jacky: Poems

Dec 2013 · 334

jacky Dec 2013

On that second
the tip of your finger
touched my skin,
for a brief moment
angels flew,
paralyzing me
taking my breath –
taking everything away.

I dreamt of this poem, when I woke up I wrote it right away so the feeling would be fresh, and alive.

I am amazed on how these few words reflect how I feel.

Dec 2013 · 414

died of a thousand deaths -

jacky Dec 2013

died of a thousand deaths -

died of a thousand deaths -
your smile
your long brown hair
lips, eyes, and cheeks
straight out of heaven
to be the angel
in my own personal
hell

I am a huge Christopher Poindexter Fan, he is a great poet and you should all check his works. He deserves it. And I got inspired to write in lieu of his writing style, much that it resembles e.e. cummings writings ( who is my no. 1 best poet).

I endure all these thoughts, often drunk, and while smoking.

Dec 2013 · 1.8k

smoking

jacky Dec 2013

smoking

I went out today
off to buy my death
well, it was not available
so I thought f something better
packed in 20’s
in the above 18’s
section of the mall
worth more than my fare
worth less than the share
of it to my all time
request
when the clock
struck one
I locked myself in
my solitary peace
(whatever that might is)
tapped twice, lighted once
the superb feeling
of it between my lips
a fraction of second
was all I needed
to burn the rim, inhale
and let it burn my lungs
the feeling was mutual-
I burn you, you burn me
the sensation
was brief
but for all they say
and I agree,
this was suicide
*slow
but worth
every time

This is the second poem I wrote about smoking, probably there is more to come. For those who have come to know me, you know what I am talking about, and you should ask me to explain things. For those who have not come to know me, then enjoy!

Dec 2013 · 2.4k

Dehydration Paradox

jacky Dec 2013

Dehydration Paradox

I thought you were water
so thirsty I am
I drank you all in
let my tongue caress
the every flow you have
you save me from
dehydration
but you were right
and I was wrong
you were fire
so wet I was
I rolled all over you
burning my skin, my muscles
my bones
just to love you
even in vain
of again
dehydration

j.j.

I love all those paradoxes, that in any way we cannot escape. Don't you think? Love is a paradox, you get hurt no matter what, but you'll also get loved in return for the pain. Great huh? (am i even making any sense? HAHA)

Dec 2013 · 596

(title is in the notes below)

jacky Dec 2013

(title is in the notes below)

we breathed each other heavily
heavy as my hand resting on your back
trying to press your body against mine
the sensation is forever
Scintillating and you do it all over
you moved down
and I gained high
with every stroke of your hand
I am paralyzed, I am wild
I brush your hair out of your face
so I could see it glow in the moonlight
you smile, I grin
I kiss you and you taste of sugar
salt, peppermint, the cigarettes you smoked
but most especially you taste like you -
moist like the rain
but dry like velvet -
under these sheets, we both cry in height
with all the love you gave
I lie on my back
waiting for your long brown hair
which I love, like the whole you
but then I realized something
you weren’t there
I was alone,
dry
in love
making

- ******* (12-25-13)

I'd love to see each people's reaction when they read the title which I really wrote below the paper I wrote it in. It is quite fascinating that the word ******* stings in all of them. Isn't it? You've got to admit that you liked it. Haha, I'm insane, sorry.

Dec 2013 · 523

It is you, no one else

jacky Dec 2013

It is you, no one else

it is in your eyes
that I see glitter
that I see and feel laughter
coming inside from my soul
bursting out into the dry
desert of mine

it is in your lips
that I see fortitude
that I see and feel and touch
warmth
just lightly enough
that I do not burn

it is in your hands
that I see security
that I see and feel your pulse
when you touch me
in all the circumstances
I cave into

it is in your heart
that I see life
that I see and feel the evidence
that I’ll live and die for
for all the poetic reasons
in this insanely cruel world

it is in your soul
that I see love
that I see and feel alive
and for the first time
I do not want to vanish
to be with you, and no one else

Dec 2013 · 347

The look of love

jacky Dec 2013

The look of love

The look of Love
that one I've never seen
opened the day up
came down to me
saying
**“You will someday
own the one
who owns you.”

staying hopeful

Dec 2013 · 392

i question myself

jacky Dec 2013

i question myself

i question myself
if i chose the right
if i chose you
will you still
and believe
care and listen
for what i feel is real
yet i can't understand
give me time
give me you
if i chose the right
if i chose **you

I never felt this good about liking somebody, so I can't understand all the things i'm feeling.

Dec 2013 · 1.2k

leaving

jacky Dec 2013

leaving

he moved fast
swift as a mouse
running away from a cat
he said ‘I never
ever wanted to stay here’
and added ‘I will do
all that I can.’
I ask what
‘to escape’
he grew tired of everything else
often he would joke around
about leaving
about driving away
he already made plans
he will smoke on the way
of his escape
he will stay in a lodge when he gets tired
eat, drink, and probably sleep more
he never wanted to stay
‘where modern minds
think medieval’ adding
‘if I rot in hell, they would be happy’
so every night we talk
you never fail to say and add things to your plan
but I smile, laugh, and hug
everything about your plan
because of all his plans
of going away, driving all the way to
a city that never sleeps
of his great escape
I am in every plan
‘I’ll leave
only if you do’
and my heart melted
every broken piece of it
into one beating heart
for once, someone finally
thought about me
one night, I asked
(I don’t particularly care how or where)
‘so
when
do
we
go
love?’

i want to go

— The End —